As mentioned last Sunday, I had the opportunity to attend two fetish nights in London this week… and the first of those was Fetishbound held in The Underground Club at Central Station.
During the main part of the day, I insisted my owner went off to Tesco so that he could buy me some doggy treats… not Chocolate Buttons but Bonios which I’ve taken a taste for… and a chew ring as I’d left mine at home. He promptly returned… having forgot to buy either of the previous items. He got dispatched again, but was only able to bring back Bonios.
My owner insisted that we had to be on the platform at our “local” tube station (it’s a good 30 miles away from home, but is the most convenient one for us to get in to Central London) by a certain time on the Friday night, so that we could get one of the new Metropolitan Line trains to Baker Street… as I’ve never been on one, but we had both been to our local (to home) train station to see one being delivered a few weeks ago (although that’s mundane day to day stuff so not worthy of a blog post!). I have to say I was quite impressed with them, and it made the journey in to Baker Street a lot more comfortable.
We eventually arrived at Kings Cross tube station, headed out for food and to visit the cash machine before making the short walk round to Central Station.
After paying our admission fees… and getting convinced in to buying a 6 month pass, I immediately set about changing from my domestic clothes in to the full lycra suit, paws, kneepads, harness and “pouch” to keep the wallet in – I’m a working dog! After a quick pint… through a straw… I found the kennel and the floor mats, dropped in to pup mode, and that was me for the night.
When Scamp arrived, mischievous Spot came out to play… he took his boots off to take his Jeans off, and I took the opportunity to run off and bury one of them. The only problem is, apparently pup’s can’t dig through concrete, and foam mats show off the lump too easily, so I had to relent and had to give his boot back – but only in return for a chocolate cup cake!
Kye and I have discovered that not all dog toys are made to the highest of standards… when he presented me with his rope chew toy, proceeded to try and play tuggy, and was left a little surprised when his end of the rope loop let go of the main knot. I did feel slightly bad for this… but as it wasn’t my end of the rope, I don’t think I’m responsible *cute and innocent look*
I am reliably told that I did spend about 20 minutes curled up in the dog cage, and had a quick snooze. I wasn’t really meant to be doing this, I’d just become very docile and felt relaxed in the cage.
I had lots of belly rubs and scratches throughout the evening, but the only other thing I definitely remember was eating about half a box of Bonios… although Scamp had some of them as well. It was worked out during the course of the night that according to my weight, I’m allowed up to about 15 Bonios a day, and I definitely didn’t eat that many.
At around about 11.15pm, we decided it was really time to get going – for two reasons. Firstly, and most importantly, I had an early start for work on the Saturday morning, and secondly, we could take a new train back home as well, giving me my second ride on them in the day. Arriving home, this pup collapsed on the bed and was out like a light.
*woofs*
Spot